(Verse 1)
Step up to the mic, it's my time to shine,
Got these bars so tight, leavin' you behind,
You try to spit fire, but you're chokin' on the fumes,
I'm the king of this game, no room for cartoons.
(Chorus)
Stop stuttering... t-t-t-today, Junior,
Your rhymes so weak, they ain't gettin' smoother,
You talk a big game, but you ain't a mover,
Step aside, boy, let me show you the future.
(Verse 2)
You claim you got skills, but you can't stay on beat,
I'm runnin' laps around you, can't keep up with my feet,
Every word I drop, man, it's pure gold,
While your lines are rusted, lookin' tired and old.
(Pre-Chorus)
Feelin' that heat? Yeah, it's comin' from me,
I'm the real deal, you’re just wannabe,
Got the crowd hyped, they chantin' my name,
While you stutter through your verses, lookin' kinda lame.
(Chorus)
Stop stuttering... t-t-t-today, Junior,
Your rhymes so weak, they ain't gettin' smoother,
You talk a big game, but you ain't a mover,
Step aside, boy, let me show you the future.
(Bridge)
In the spotlight, I own this stage,
You stuck in the back, tryna read from a page,
Every verse I spit, it's a lyrical rage,
While you fumble with your words, trapped in a cage.
(Verse 3)
You say you got flow, but you’re just blowin' smoke,
I'm the rap master, you’re the punchline joke,
Every beat I touch, it turns to fire,
While you stutter through your lines, never takin' it higher.
(Pre-Chorus)
Feelin' that heat? Yeah, it's comin' from me,
I'm the real deal, you’re just wannabe,
Got the crowd hyped, they chantin' my name,
While you stutter through your verses, lookin' kinda lame.
(Chorus)
Stop stuttering... t-t-t-today, Junior,
Your rhymes so weak, they ain't gettin' smoother,
You talk a big game, but you ain't a mover,
Step aside, boy, let me show you the future.
(Outro)
So take a seat, let the master speak,
Your time is up, your future's lookin' bleak,
Stop stuttering... t-t-t-today, Junior,
I'm the king of this game, and it's only gettin' cooler.
